168, that's the number of deaths I've seen. It's not even the bodies either, it's the number of people I've seen dying. The worst part is I'm the one who caused it... I'm the one who did it. I'm the one who killed them. I had to do it, I had to kill them. If I hadn't they would have killed me. After all in this world it's either kill or be killed. I just didn't want to die. I just have to go with, No I have to live with it. I killed them; I killed them all with my bare hands. I'm guilty I guess but so were they. They deserved to die. I didn't I need to live. I need to survive. Even if it means killing everyone, I don't care I have no one left and nothing left for me. I lost my innocents a long time ago. Nothing left. So another murder won't mean anything.


Okay I wrote this for my fans because you all were probably getting bored with my lack of enthusiasm for my last story so sorry and if I get enough reviews I'll continue with it. So say it with me R-E-V-I-E-W! That's it… Bye! :D